There is a place. A place where the dead go. A place which holds no meaning. A place that one cannot see unless they have looked death in the face and smiled. They call it Hysteria.
Ruled by The Child Hysteria sits, waiting for the moment in which The Child will bring down the ruin of every living thing it meets.
There was one thing this gifted ruler did not think of. Illustry.
Join me, dear reader, as we walk to a place from which you can never turn back.